Curtis Johnson Poet Prose

Psalm of the Lost

I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting.
I lie down in brown and dry pastures of pain.

I am being shipwrecked on high troubled seas.
My soul is restless, tossed, and torn.

I did not listen and have gone astray.
I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable path.

My mind is filled with regret and clouds of confusion.
Death awaits me, and I am alone and afraid.

I am unprotected, insecure, and unfulfilled.
I now must reap what I have sown until I die.

Goodness and mercy will not follow me all my life.
Without God’s mercy, heaven shall not be my home
022107  Based on the 23rd Psalm(Bible) 9/29/17PS Contest,
Lost, Guzzi

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